The Acceptance Of Wing Beats

August 11th

Today started off how most usually do.

Margaret woke me up this morning and brought me some eggs and toast. After I ate and took my bath. I rolled myself into Aabigail's room.

Unlike usual though, A short copper man was standing at the end of Aabigail's bed reading her chart and comparing the papers to her machines. He worked quickly and quietly as I watched from the door.

He froze as he turned around a saw me. His large brown eyes went wide as he looked from me to my wheelchair, to Aabigail, and back to me. He ran his hand over his short hair before he smiled.

"You must be Aamira," He began.

Must I be?

I suppose I must.

But first, what are the qualifications?

Wheelchair? Check

Dead Parents? Double Check.

Comatose Sister? Check

Bees Traveling through my veins?

Well, it depends how hard he was looking for them.

I stared at him, I may have nodded.

He opened his mouth and shut it before smiling again.

"I'm nurse Mixon, but you can call me Myron," he said walking towards me and outreaching his hand.

I reached out my hand and shook his. It felt weird. I only ever shook the hands of my father's business friends.

"I was wondering if I'd ever have the chance to meet you, Tucker and Herbie have told me a bit about you but you don't usually come this early to um, visit Aabigail so we haven't really had the chance to- well- anyway, It's nice to finally meet you. 

I'm sorry if I freaked you out. I was just shocked because you look so much like your sister so when I turned it took me a moment to realize that she hadn't somehow gotten out of bed" He stumbled through the sentence and chuckled nervously, rubbing his fingers together. 

I continued to stare at him unsure what to say. I hadn't thought I was early. Not that I typically have to worry about the time.

Something tells me that Myron enjoys being alone with someone who didn't expect him to talk as much I as I do. It was as if simply me by being in the same room as him he felt obligated to fill the air between us.

"Abigail is doing much better, you can't tell just by looking at her but her vitals are looking good, stable. To be honest with you I've never worked with someone in a coma before, she's my first, but I think she is really looking up," he sputtered.

Before I could answer I felt someone come into the room behind me.

"Myron, I am SO sorry I'm late. A couple of us went down the stables last night for a few drinks and I completely overslept." Tucker said as she worked to get her thin sandy hair into a bun. Her eyes went wide when she saw me in front of her. "Oh shit, I'm super late. Myron I-"

"Tucker," He said putting his hand up to stop her. "It's fine, I hadn't even noticed. But since you are here, do you mind if-"

"Go ahead, go go go, Tucker said to Myron as she pushed me towards Abigail's bed.

I could see the relief sag his shoulders at his dismissal. Part of me wanted to laugh. It was kind of funny to see myself so plainly in someone else.

Is that how I am? Or maybe it is just how I see myself.

Someone waiting to jump out of their skin at the idea of being alone.